Exploring Amelia part 3
We wasted no time off, and so the following morning, as soon as her mom had left the house, I found myself pressing on Amelia's doorbell. She answered the door in jeans and a tight black shirt this time, which I thought suited her a little less than what she had been wearing for our first date, but we shed those the moment we got back to her room, along with the rest of our attire, and began furiously making out.
"Do you want to try going in feet-first this time?" she asked suddenly during a lull in our liasons. My already-stiff rod hardened to steel at the very thought.
"That sounds perfect."
While stroking my shoulders, she gently pushed me backwards against the mattress. "Lie down then. Let's get started."
I complied, diverting myself from massaging her perky little breasts in order to watch as Amelia sat down her legs parted, and lined my feet up, knees bent, her moistened opening hovering inches away from my toes. She bent her hips forward a little and began rubbing the lips of her pussy all over my toes and feet, back and forth, up and down. I wiggled my toes, and she snickered a little as it tickled her sensitive area. Just as I began to doubt anew the reality of what I had experienced yesterday, Amelia took a deep breath and let her vagina sink down over my big toes, rapidly engulfing the balls of my feet and reaching down past my arches. I was treated to a plethora of pleasurable sensations as her moist, rippling insides gave way to my feet's entry. Amelia exhaled in a big, utterly satisfied sigh as her face widened into a profound grin.
"I'm starting to think this is your favorite part," I teased as she wriggled her cunt up to my ankles.
"Maybe. But it's definitely yours," she retorted. Guilty as charged. "Now, straighten your knees and push."
"Wait. I want to bring something with me this time. Maybe a camera."
"What? No, that's embarassing, and besides, we've already... started," she moaned.
"You don't want to see what your amazing inner world looks like?" I asked between gasps of breath.
"Maybe next time. For now... get... in!" she said, and pushed on my knees until I conceded and bent them. Immediately, the line of warmth and moist pressure denoting her sex ascended over my calves.
From there, we linked hands, and she tugged me, slowly but steadily forward into her waiting depths. I stared transfixed at the opening that, a mere slit before, had spread wide enough to accomodate my thighs, her legs seemingly parting effortlessly to admit me. Yet, despite all this, Amelia's delectable flat tummy showed hardly a ripple, as if the third of my body that she had slurped up with that welcoming cunt took up no space. It felt like an optical illusion.
At this point, my dick was hard beyond belief. Her labia rolled over it with ease, squeezing it ecstatically, and she tugged my arms a little extra so as to quickly gobble it up before I spilled my load. "Alright, now let's tuck your hands... in so they don't... get in the way... later!" she managed to gasp out, and I willingly submitted my hands to her oncoming folds as they rose up to my ribcage. From inside, I rubbed all around to stimulate her, and her eyes closed in ecstasy as it worked.
From then on, our banter degenerated to the sounds of unbelievable pleasure. Clinging onto my shoulders, Amelia leaned in for a final passionate kiss before my torso was so submerged in her that it would no longer reach. Our tongues linked and twisted around one another, and we exchanged mutual knowing smiles when it ended. She let her arms slide back up and push down on my shoulders, helping my admittance to her inner world until her nether lips reached my neck. From there, she let go and let her other muscles tug me the rest of the way from the inside. I stuck out my tongue and reveled in her flavor as the line crossed my chin and I stared up at the underside of her still-slim torso, until finally her pussy covered up my eyes and gobbled up the last exposed bit of my head.
It wasn't over quite yet when the lips of her cleft sealed shut behind me, though. The inside of Amelia's vagina rocked and spasmed as she reached orgasm. I simply rode it out, calmly and satisfied, then began to twist over so that I could make my way towards her cervix and the deeper world within her. This apparently overwhelmed her sensitivities, and a double orgasm rocked me again so that I lost my bearings entirely. At last I got hold of her inner opening and, bearing yet more overwhelming shudders, thrust through.
The interior was much as I remembered it: moist, spacious, and lit by an ambient pink light coming from everywhere. Amelia's voice resounded around me, as she breathed a satisfied sigh. "I love getting you inside me [i]so much[/i]!"
I didn't feel the need to voice my agreement as I took stock of my surroundings and started walking towards the "grand stairwell" again. From what I had discovered last time, various rooms and pathways branched off its rising course, leading to many untold places. I decided to be methodical and stick to the right-hand wall as far as I could go for now. I ran my hand against it as I walked, and felt the slightly-elevated throbs of Amelia's heartbeat mixed with deep, controlled breaths. I could imagine her lying back, eyes closed, tracing my progress from the outside with a hand resting along her taut abdomen, listening for my movements.
I hadn't gone far when I caught sight of a familiar gray-blue object. "Can't keep Bottles outside of you for one whole day, huh?" I teased, and picked up the worn soft toy.
The muscles making up the "floor" and "walls" of this passageway stiffened up just a little. Somehow I got the impression Amelia was blushing. "You, either," she replied, and now it was my turn to blush. It really hadn't even been a whole day since I last entered her.
The air seemed to get warmer as I progressed. I ignored several left-bearing branches and finally reached what appeared to be a side-room on the right-hand side of this body-cavern: a slight round bulge, with a little bit of a loose opening, similar to the cervix, but bigger. I couldn't really see what was on the other side, so I steadied up to it and just sort of dove through headfirst. Amelia gasped, but it was so slight that I might not have noticed it from outside of her body.
What I found on the other side surprised me. It was only a small chamber, really, about the size of a large bedroom, with composition essentially the same as what I had encountered so far. But what was in this chamber, deep within the body of a beautiful high school girl's pussy, surprised me. There was a bedsheet and a pillow, and moreover, it seemed like they hadn't been strewn about at random, but laid out as if someone had slept on them.
"Amelia?"
"Yes, Ace?"
"Have you had anyone else in here?"
There was a longer pause before her reply than I would have liked. "No, nobody else, unless you count Bottles. You're my only hero. Why do you ask?"
"No reason."
I checked out the sheet and pillow a little more closely. They were soft, fine sheets, probably about a size that would fit Amelia's own bed, and I could recognize no one's scent on them but her own. They were surprisingly dry, but this whole room seemed to be like that. Perhaps they had simply ended up getting stuffed into Amelia's pussy the same way I and Bottles had been, and the placement was coincidence. In any case, their mere presence gave me some ideas, and it occurred to me that this wouldn't be a bad place to stay for an extended period of time.
It wasn't yet time for a break, though, so I left Bottles with the sheets and squeezed back through the door-valve. Amelia began speaking to me again. "Hey... I'm going to move around for a bit and put some clothes back on... hold on, OK?"
I agreed, and kept an arm hooked on the opening to the bedroom-like chamber. Shortly thereafter, the whole world began to quake, and gravity shifted somewhat backwards, the pathway steepening briefly. I closed my eyes instinctively, but I felt the bedroom valve clamp down on my arm and hold it fast. Amelia explained that she was putting on some panties and a camisole, so she would be halfway decent just in case, and she was laying back down on her stomach. When she finished, the shaking subsided, and I willed my eyes open again. The valve-opening released my arm, and I easily set down again on the fleshy hallway floor again. Strangely, it didn't seem as if up and down had been flipped, even though she should now be lying on the opposite side as she had been before. The floor was perhaps a little steeper, but the only noticeable change was that it had gotten perhaps slightly darker. Given that this place's mere existence refuted physics, I didn't worry about it too much.
"I'm going to be reading a book, The Time Traveler's Wife. Would you like me to read aloud for you?" she asked.
"That would be lovely," I said, as I began striding uphill again.
We wasted no time off, and so the following morning, as soon as her mom had left the house, I found myself pressing on Amelia's doorbell. She answered the door in jeans and a tight black shirt this time, which I thought suited her a little less than what she had been wearing for our first date, but we shed those the moment we got back to her room, along with the rest of our attire, and began furiously making out.
"Do you want to try going in feet-first this time?" she asked suddenly during a lull in our liasons. My already-stiff rod hardened to steel at the very thought.
"That sounds perfect."
While stroking my shoulders, she gently pushed me backwards against the mattress. "Lie down then. Let's get started."
I complied, diverting myself from massaging her perky little breasts in order to watch as Amelia sat down her legs parted, and lined my feet up, knees bent, her moistened opening hovering inches away from my toes. She bent her hips forward a little and began rubbing the lips of her pussy all over my toes and feet, back and forth, up and down. I wiggled my toes, and she snickered a little as it tickled her sensitive area. Just as I began to doubt anew the reality of what I had experienced yesterday, Amelia took a deep breath and let her vagina sink down over my big toes, rapidly engulfing the balls of my feet and reaching down past my arches. I was treated to a plethora of pleasurable sensations as her moist, rippling insides gave way to my feet's entry. Amelia exhaled in a big, utterly satisfied sigh as her face widened into a profound grin.
"I'm starting to think this is your favorite part," I teased as she wriggled her cunt up to my ankles.
"Maybe. But it's definitely yours," she retorted. Guilty as charged. "Now, straighten your knees and push."
"Wait. I want to bring something with me this time. Maybe a camera."
"What? No, that's embarassing, and besides, we've already... started," she moaned.
"You don't want to see what your amazing inner world looks like?" I asked between gasps of breath.
"Maybe next time. For now... get... in!" she said, and pushed on my knees until I conceded and bent them. Immediately, the line of warmth and moist pressure denoting her sex ascended over my calves.
From there, we linked hands, and she tugged me, slowly but steadily forward into her waiting depths. I stared transfixed at the opening that, a mere slit before, had spread wide enough to accomodate my thighs, her legs seemingly parting effortlessly to admit me. Yet, despite all this, Amelia's delectable flat tummy showed hardly a ripple, as if the third of my body that she had slurped up with that welcoming cunt took up no space. It felt like an optical illusion.
At this point, my dick was hard beyond belief. Her labia rolled over it with ease, squeezing it ecstatically, and she tugged my arms a little extra so as to quickly gobble it up before I spilled my load. "Alright, now let's tuck your hands... in so they don't... get in the way... later!" she managed to gasp out, and I willingly submitted my hands to her oncoming folds as they rose up to my ribcage. From inside, I rubbed all around to stimulate her, and her eyes closed in ecstasy as it worked.
From then on, our banter degenerated to the sounds of unbelievable pleasure. Clinging onto my shoulders, Amelia leaned in for a final passionate kiss before my torso was so submerged in her that it would no longer reach. Our tongues linked and twisted around one another, and we exchanged mutual knowing smiles when it ended. She let her arms slide back up and push down on my shoulders, helping my admittance to her inner world until her nether lips reached my neck. From there, she let go and let her other muscles tug me the rest of the way from the inside. I stuck out my tongue and reveled in her flavor as the line crossed my chin and I stared up at the underside of her still-slim torso, until finally her pussy covered up my eyes and gobbled up the last exposed bit of my head.
It wasn't over quite yet when the lips of her cleft sealed shut behind me, though. The inside of Amelia's vagina rocked and spasmed as she reached orgasm. I simply rode it out, calmly and satisfied, then began to twist over so that I could make my way towards her cervix and the deeper world within her. This apparently overwhelmed her sensitivities, and a double orgasm rocked me again so that I lost my bearings entirely. At last I got hold of her inner opening and, bearing yet more overwhelming shudders, thrust through.
The interior was much as I remembered it: moist, spacious, and lit by an ambient pink light coming from everywhere. Amelia's voice resounded around me, as she breathed a satisfied sigh. "I love getting you inside me [i]so much[/i]!"
I didn't feel the need to voice my agreement as I took stock of my surroundings and started walking towards the "grand stairwell" again. From what I had discovered last time, various rooms and pathways branched off its rising course, leading to many untold places. I decided to be methodical and stick to the right-hand wall as far as I could go for now. I ran my hand against it as I walked, and felt the slightly-elevated throbs of Amelia's heartbeat mixed with deep, controlled breaths. I could imagine her lying back, eyes closed, tracing my progress from the outside with a hand resting along her taut abdomen, listening for my movements.
I hadn't gone far when I caught sight of a familiar gray-blue object. "Can't keep Bottles outside of you for one whole day, huh?" I teased, and picked up the worn soft toy.
The muscles making up the "floor" and "walls" of this passageway stiffened up just a little. Somehow I got the impression Amelia was blushing. "You, either," she replied, and now it was my turn to blush. It really hadn't even been a whole day since I last entered her.
The air seemed to get warmer as I progressed. I ignored several left-bearing branches and finally reached what appeared to be a side-room on the right-hand side of this body-cavern: a slight round bulge, with a little bit of a loose opening, similar to the cervix, but bigger. I couldn't really see what was on the other side, so I steadied up to it and just sort of dove through headfirst. Amelia gasped, but it was so slight that I might not have noticed it from outside of her body.
What I found on the other side surprised me. It was only a small chamber, really, about the size of a large bedroom, with composition essentially the same as what I had encountered so far. But what was in this chamber, deep within the body of a beautiful high school girl's pussy, surprised me. There was a bedsheet and a pillow, and moreover, it seemed like they hadn't been strewn about at random, but laid out as if someone had slept on them.
"Amelia?"
"Yes, Ace?"
"Have you had anyone else in here?"
There was a longer pause before her reply than I would have liked. "No, nobody else, unless you count Bottles. You're my only hero. Why do you ask?"
"No reason."
I checked out the sheet and pillow a little more closely. They were soft, fine sheets, probably about a size that would fit Amelia's own bed, and I could recognize no one's scent on them but her own. They were surprisingly dry, but this whole room seemed to be like that. Perhaps they had simply ended up getting stuffed into Amelia's pussy the same way I and Bottles had been, and the placement was coincidence. In any case, their mere presence gave me some ideas, and it occurred to me that this wouldn't be a bad place to stay for an extended period of time.
It wasn't yet time for a break, though, so I left Bottles with the sheets and squeezed back through the door-valve. Amelia began speaking to me again. "Hey... I'm going to move around for a bit and put some clothes back on... hold on, OK?"
I agreed, and kept an arm hooked on the opening to the bedroom-like chamber. Shortly thereafter, the whole world began to quake, and gravity shifted somewhat backwards, the pathway steepening briefly. I closed my eyes instinctively, but I felt the bedroom valve clamp down on my arm and hold it fast. Amelia explained that she was putting on some panties and a camisole, so she would be halfway decent just in case, and she was laying back down on her stomach. When she finished, the shaking subsided, and I willed my eyes open again. The valve-opening released my arm, and I easily set down again on the fleshy hallway floor again. Strangely, it didn't seem as if up and down had been flipped, even though she should now be lying on the opposite side as she had been before. The floor was perhaps a little steeper, but the only noticeable change was that it had gotten perhaps slightly darker. Given that this place's mere existence refuted physics, I didn't worry about it too much.
"I'm going to be reading a book, The Time Traveler's Wife. Would you like me to read aloud for you?" she asked.
"That would be lovely," I said, as I began striding uphill again.
Exploring Amelia, part 03
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